Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Why does it feel like my life will end before it begins? That I will slog day after day, every single day till that moment when in a flash, or perhaps a second or two, it'll be snuffed out. And in its wait I remain suspended in something I have been told is reality. And no I don't think I'll be a deer caught in headlights but that person who turns to see that speeding truck in slow-motion where there is just enough time to say well this sucked because the endless wait was never worth it.